I wonder – will there ever come a time when I don’t swoon at your voice? Where I don’t respond physically to every letter you type? Will there ever be a time where I realise that I lovED you instead of loving you still?

It’s always you B. For almost ten years, it’s always been about you. My love grows stronger, more solid. Deeper. And still I stand in awe. And still I get nervous. And still I have butterflies in my stomach.